Page 61 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

Her hips bucked, chasing after my touch, and I paused with my thumb poised over her clit.

“Quick question—just something that’s been on my mind since last night. Did you call up the mayor and clarify that we’re together?”

The way her lips parted yet no words came out had me tsking. “Whatever am I going to do with you, Dr. Ryan?”

“I vote for giving me multiple orgasms,” she said. “That’ll really teach me a lesson.” She tilted her hips, aiming to force my touch where she wanted it. Instead, I used it to pin her against the wall. She rubbed her thighs together, a whimper coming out as she did so. “Conall, I’m too horny for this. We’re wasting precious time.”

“It would’ve only taken you a few minutes to call. Seems you’re the one who wasted time.”

“Seriously? That’d be super weird. It’s not like I call up random people to tell them my relationship status has changed. I don’t start off conversations by saying, ‘Hello, my name is Kerrigan, and I have a boyfriend; oh, you brought your dog in for a teeth cleaning? You should know I have a boyfriend; why yes, I’ll take a burger and fries, and by the way, I have a boyfriend.’”

“I see nothing wrong with that. In fact, I’d prefer it.”

“Fine. From now on, I’ll tell everyone I meet that I have a boyfriend. Now, bury your cock inside me before someone interrupts us.”

If we had more time, I would’ve drawn out the torment. Since she had a point, I glided my hand from her hip to her lower back and guided her closer, until that erection was nuzzled up againsther slick center. I repeated the drag, over and over again, until both of us were panting.

Keeping her wrists pinned, I pulled a condom out of my pocket, managing to get it on one handed. I gripped the base of my shaft and entered her. Then I released my hold on my cock, giving it on over to her.

As we moved together, I pressed my thumb to her lower lip. “You don’t just have a boyfriend, by the way.” My eyes burned gold, the passion and conviction inside of me igniting them with the fiery glow. “You have amate.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Murmursand whispers erupted as I stepped into the chamber on Conall’s arm. What remained of my tattered nerves frayed further as we walked to the front, and I thought of my royalty comparison once again. Wearing ripped jeans, a tank top, and Conall’s leather jacket, I was closer to the raggedy version of Cinderella—sans fairy godmother—and if werewolves and witches were real, why couldn’t I snag one of those?

At least I’d had a few orgasms to loosen me up and help me power through, although I’d forgone the chance at a shower in favor of that last one.No regrets.

A flash of purple caught my eye. Gina cut through the rows of chairs, shouted an exuberant hello, and flung her arms around me. The attack-hug felt so good, I decided I’d take it over mice henchmen, a pumpkin carriage, and glass slippers—honestly, those unyielding heels had to hurt like a bitch anyway.

“I’m especially glad my fairy godmother has access to booze,” I muttered, and at Gina’s confused crinkle, I swiped a hand through the air. “I’ll explain later. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Oh, well...” Gina glanced at Conall, a grimace on her face that I translated intoyou- tell-her.

“Gina and Sasquatch already appreciate what you bring to the team, so they’re going to be on watch during the meeting, along with a handful of others.”

My momentary relief popped in my face like a balloon I’d blown too full of hot air. In order to avoid freaking out, I did what I usually did in tense situations and made a joke. “Did Sasquatch say the thing about appreciating my special skills aloud? Or did you tell him his opinion and take his stony silence as agreement?”

Gina snorted and patted me on the arm. “You’ll do great. I’m cheering for you.”

I cast her a forlorn wave, and then Conall and I finished our walk to the front.

No thrones for the record. Given the raised platform and abundance of cherry wood, along with the rows of unfriendly faces, it felt more like a courtroom.

Lucky me, I’d be the one on trial.

Nissa, Tyrese, Diego, and Chandra occupied the other seats on the platform.

I thought I’d seen Conall’s barbaric side the night he’d accused me of being a witch. Not only in my cabin, but when he’d broken his chains. He’d been dealing with a punctured lung, and I... Well, I’d made excuses on his behalf, guzzled up his apology, and pushed that evening to the far recess of my mind.

Since then, he’d shown me a kinder, softer side. There was also the man he became in the bedroom, when his hands were on me and when mine were on him.

Then man who gestured me into a chair and then sat at my side filled in another slice of the overall picture that made up Conall Shaw. His position as the alpha involved being responsible for the welfare of the entire pack, making hard decisions on its behalf, and doing what was best to protect its members. This version of Conall was the unyielding badasswho’d annihilate anyone who challenged him, and having his overprotective nature aimed directly at me, like a laser beam of unharnessed power, sent my pulse on a dizzying rampage. The man was the uranium of defense, with enough unstable energy to fuel a nuclear bomb.

Was this just a normal day in the life of a pack alpha? Or had the attacks catapulted him into ruthless territory?

Had I witnessed this version of Conall before, I wasn’t sure I would’ve provoked the beast in the cave.

A frisson of heat shivered through me, all the times he’d ravished my body flickering through my mind in a blur of satisfaction and debauchery. Without even one of his pieces, no matter how big or small, Conall wouldn’t be who he was.

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